More Like Me

Welcome to the Company!
It's good to meet a tasty newbie,
But your twisted mind is good to see.
Now I have a friend who's just like me.

See here I am, just sad and bored.
I exist to move out the stockpiled hoard
And sometimes wish there was a Lord
When all I ever saw was guts and gore.

Then in you walk
And you know the talk,
And you do not balk
When I say They don't give a "fawk."

Obviously I'm not a Company "man,"
But as a veteran zombie, you understand.
Step on out and give a hand
Promote the truth, not the brand.

By the time this reaches the net
No doubt we will be friendlier yet.
That it's taken so long is my regret,
But you're one of the few I'll never forget.

'Cause in you walk
And you know the talk
And you do not balk
When I tell you They don't give a "fawk"

I'm glad you can talk about your troubles,
So let's cope by making theirs double.
 We'll seal ourselves in our own little bubble
And blow this f***ing place to rubble.

Step on out and lend a hand
Cause we don't belong to the "Man."
We're the ones who understand
It's about the truth and not the brand.

Metamorphosis

A period of growth
Coming to an end
In bitter sweetness
And new friends

The way I see things
Is completely changed
This Hell was necessary
As a stepping stone to later

So long have I been
A leader, a comrade,
A mentor, a friend
To those in this giant box

And now I must
Lead the world
Within my tiny space
In a temple built for knowledge

My putrefaction
Is a means to an end
That gets closer
Every day

The undead cannibal
Still flourishes inside this box,
And my pessimism toward humanity
Thrives within and without

But I sense
Great change on the horizon
And its immanence 
Makes me unbreakable

Dona Eis Requiem Sempiternam

National Health and Safety month:
At the moment a period of irony.
One of ours just lost her lifelong sweetheart
In a workplace accident.

We may be dead of soul
But we band together
To support each other.
With her, we mourn.

We review our health and safety
Every year.  Twice a year.
This time these reviews have a bitter tang.
Now they bear mortal relevance.

When people explain health and safety protocols
Listen to them.
It is bad enough to be maimed by stupidity.
It is bad enough to be injured because of recklessness or arrogance.

It is a  worse injury to your loved ones if you die.

To ignore them would be to let her down.
To ignore them would be to dishonour him.
To ignore them would dishonour all
Who tragically lost their lives at work...

In a manner that was avoidable.

Dona eis requiem sempiternam...

Honour them by being safe at work.

Another Beginning

Now is the start
Of a new school term,
When I tear myself free
From flesh-eating worms.
But I walk through
These doors again,
And in my head
They burrow and den.

A darker self
I cannot hide
Is a soul-less slave,
A Capitalist corpse-bride.
New-hire child--
They send you to me
To learn the ways
Of the Retail Zombies.

I'll walk you through
The growing pains
And teach you how
To feast on brains;
To navigate


In time you too
Will swell the rout
Of those who died
From the soul on out,
Unless you flee.
Adjust to the gloom
Of Un-life
In a Supermarket tomb

Despairity

My human side is showing
And I can't shut it off.
I know my pace is slowing
And the weakening has to stop.

The fortress built around me
Was supposed to keep emotions out,
To numb me to what I see
So I can accept what it's all about.

It's a sad truth:
That you need money to survive;
That power goes to the uncouth
And the rest live but are not alive

The world is run by the rich
Who never worry over the price of bread:
For the rest of us life is a bitch,
And true democracy is dead

Old ladies these days are stealing
Just so they can eat.
And the sight gives me feelings
That I try and fail to beat.

Ragged vagabonds swipe coupons
From over-priced gas pumps
Because compassion doesn't even come in soupcons
For those who get the worst of life's lumps.

The Company does not care
About the ones Capitalism leaves behind:
All charity is about PR
To boost the bottom line.

I wish our Head would work a spell
Down in our broken world,
And get a taste of the real Hell
To which we have all been hurled.

The Union is in his pocket
Instead of standing for our rights.
Their eyes are like empty sockets
With money in their sight.

They can pay the ferryman
When their lives come to an end,
But we can die as merry men
For our worth is in our friends.

But for us to have any such worth
We must have some free-time hours:
In reality we are doomed from birth
Because we have no such power.

My human side is destroying me
With these thoughts inside my head:
Then I fade and shuffle silently
Among the walking Dead.

Happy Valentine's Day

I saw you from afar,
I could catch your scent
From even farther.
The sight of you teases.
The smell of you tantalizes.
The look in your eyes
Asks me for guidance.
I feel my gaze
Conveying to you
A deep and insatiable hunger.

You stand ahead of me.
I place my hand on your chest,
With your back against mine
As my lips caress your neck.
I can feel your pulse
And it drives me mad.
I have to have you inside me.

I turn you to face me,
And caress your every inch
With my hands, my tongue.
I tear off your outer layers
To taste your sweat and skin.
I pull you closer to me
And your juices begin to flow--
Coursing through you and into me.

My head falls back
As my ecstasy weakens me.
I laugh the laugh of the sated,
As we lie on the floor
In a squishy, tangled heap.
When I have strength I will rise,
But you never will.

"Cleanup in aisle six,"
I say into the public address system
As I straighten my sodden uniform
With a grin,
And lick your blood off my fingers.

Blah blah blah blah

More new blood.
More new questions.
More new responsibilities.
Same amount of time.
The funny thing is
It never takes as long as they say it should.
I can fill in more details
As I wish.
I only share this responsibility with my immediate superior.

Too often these days,
I feel my consciousness bubble to the surface.
I have thoughts beyond
What is at hand...
Beyond the walls,
Into the world that I am destined to rule.
I will be free.
I will be alive.
Wholly alive,
Not Undead.

I focus my reviving brain
On the task now at hand:
I must teach the new Zombies
How best to assimilate
Into our monstrous band.
I hope one day that life
Will come into them too.
I look at the logos and think to the Company:
"Perhaps we will all be rid of you."